With the help of some "usual suspects" at the club, seven of us, without fanfare or incident, stepped the mast and launched the Berg in the warm waters of an Autumnal Lake Murray where she will learn the forgiving seasons of the Southern USA and forget those cold winters on the hard in Nova Scotia!
|The empty work yard which for 120 days hosted the Berg, as I worked one problem after another. It's good to be gone.|
The day was perfect. Overcast and a bit cool. The gang arrived as planned, at about 1pm, they gathered and meandered to the work yard where we discussed procedure of movement. Then one of our gang, our 747 pilot said, "hey I've already had 3 things go wrong today, and I want this to go right...a prayer might be in order don't you think?" I agreed and suggested we pray as Jesus suggested, pray and watch, and then we were off to hook her up and get to the gin pole.
Once there, no one was taking photographs as all hands were "on deck," as they say in the Navy. Even an Army guy knows this. So we assembled near the gin pole and began studying how we would approach this task. A few of us were a bit nervous despite the fact that several of us had participated in raising a large mast before in this very spot. Each time is filled with a bit of anxiety, "will the mast swing and hit the hull, is the knot holding," or fear that someone might trip and fall, get hit in the head, or otherwise injure something in this process. But none of that happened. It was a careful and smooth process.
|Gotta love the guy holding the line!|
|One hand observes the launch from the cockpit while another holds onto the 9000 pound vehicle in the event it jumps off.|
And here are the folks who did it, a retired teacher, a 747 Pilot, an electrician, a retired businessman, a retired engineer, and me. In the following photo is the photographer, a retired military nurse.
|These are the gang of six who made this launch successful and for whom I owe a debt of gratitude!|
One of the most gorgeous lines on a sailboat ever, the Alberg 30.